Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1887-06-15

countenance: He must be thinking of tn
cross to come. Look at Him, He is mai
l-bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired
He falls asleep; He is a man. But then
find Christ at the PROV of the boat; hea
Him say: "Peace. be still''; and / see tn
storm kneeling at His feet, and the tenn
pests folding their wings in His presence
He is God.
If have sorrow and trouble, and wan
sympathy, go and kneel down at the bacl
part of the boat, and say: go, Christ
weary one of Gennesaret, sympathize will
all my sorrows, man Of Nazareth, man O.
the cross" A man, man. But ifI wan
to conquer my spiritual foes, If Irwant t.
get the victory over sin, death and hell,
come to the front of the boat, and 1 knee
down, and 1 say: 20, Lord Jesus Christ
Thou who dost hush the tempest, hush al
my grief; hush all my temptation, hush all
my SIM" A man, man; a God, God.
l learn once more from this subject that
Christ can hush a tempest
1t did seem as if everything must go to
ruin. The disciples had given up the idea
of managing the ship; the crew were en-.
tirely demoralised; yet Chrirt rises, and
He puts His foot on the storm, and il
crouches at His feet. Oh, yes! Christ can
hush the tempest.
You have had trouble. Perhaps it was
the little child taken away from you-the
sweetest child of the household, the one
who asked the most curious questions, and
stood around you with the greatest fond.
ness, and the spade cut down through your
bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an only
son, and your heart has ever since been like
desOlated castle, the owls of the night
hooting among the falling arches and the
crumbling stairways.
ii Perhaps it was an aged ,nother. You al
ways went to her with your troubles. She
was in your home towelcome your children
into life, and when they died she was there
to pity you; that old hand will do you no
more kindness; that white lock of hair you
put away in the casket, or in the locket,
didn't look as it usually did when she
brushed it away from her wrinkled brow
in the home circle or in the country church.
Or your property gone, you said: 81 have
so much bank stock, have SO many Gov
ernment securities, haye so many houses,
I have SO many farms"-all gone, all gone.
Why, sir, all the storms that ever tram
pied their thunders, all the shipwrecks
have not been worse than this to you. Yet
you have not been completely overthrown.
Why? Christ hushed the tempest. Your
little one was taken away. Christ says: 81
have that little one in my keeping. can
care for him as we'll as you can, better than
you can, Oh, bereaVed motherv flushing
the tempest. When your property went
away God said s'rhere are treasures in
heaven, in banks that never break.p Jesus
hushing the tempest.
There is one storm into which we will all
have to run. The moment when we let 60
of this life, and try to take hold of the
next, we will want all the grace possible.
Yonder see Christian soul rocking on
the surges of death; all the powers of dark
ness seem let out against that soul-the
swirling wave, the thunder of the sky, the
shrek of the wind, all seem to unite to-
gether; but that soul is not troubled; there
is no signing, there are no tears; plenty of
tears in the room at the departure, but he
weeps no tears, calm, satisfied, peaceful;
all is well. s'By the flash of the storm you
sec the harbor just ahead, and you are
making for that harbor. All shall be well,
Jesus hushing the tempest.
Into the harbor of heaven now we glide,
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly we drift on its bright, silv'ry tide,
We're home at last.
Glory to God! all our dangers are o'er,
We stand secure on the glorified shore;
Glory to God! we Will shout evermore,
We're home at last"